The walk with her

I walk with her
weak she is
and eyes in dim

The breathe on her
You easily feel
As it ooze away
with wings of tenth

She held my shoulder
All along the journey
As my smile
Gave her assurance filled

Death wag its tongue
As health hiss
a slow song

I cried with her
All along the journey
She wiped it
With her ragged clothes

A far walk
Towards her home
It feels

Weak I was
Couldn’t control the sweat
Around my body

I collapsed
We both did

I stared into her eyes
on the ground

Another smile
I received
Which close my eyes
Till never came our way

On the wake
I saw
What eyes has
Never seen

MO.

Image courtesy of tireddofit.ca

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About Michael Ogundele

A writer, ardent reader and lover of nature. fell in love with writing five years back and I've been engraved in her arms ever since. I share my little way of writing poetry and reflections based on Catholic faith and Spirituality on this space. I hope you enjoy reading as we ride the same chariot to the leafy greens. Do follow me and together, let us jump into the ocean of my ink.
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